I Barely Escaped Alive Because He Lied About Being Divorced – Anonymous Lady Shares

If anyone had told me that loving the wrong man could nearly cost me my life, I would’ve laughed. But that’s exactly what happened.

When I met Daniel, he was everything I thought I’d been waiting for. He told me he was divorced, even said his “ex-wife” had moved to another state and was in the arms of another man. I believed him.

We started dating, and soon, I was spending more nights at his apartment than my own. He treated me like a queen, always telling me how peaceful his life had become since I came into it.

Until that night.

I was in the kitchen frying plantain when someone started banging furiously on the door. Loud, angry knocks that shook the whole apartment. Before I could ask what was going on, Daniel’s entire expression changed fear, panic, guilt, all at once.

“Don’t open it,” he whispered.

Then came the voice.
“Daniel! Open this door before I break it down!”

It was a woman’s voice. Angry. Hurt.
My heart started racing. Daniel stood frozen, and that was all the confirmation I needed. My stomach dropped. Before I could think, the door flew open she had a key.

She charged in, eyes blazing, and went straight for me.
“You!” she screamed. “You’re sleeping with my husband!”

Before I could even move, she grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face. Everything happened so fast. Daniel tried to pull her away, but she turned on him, slapping and cursing, shouting that he’d ruined her home.

I broke free and ran barefoot, shaking, bleeding slightly from my lip. I didn’t stop to look back. I just ran until I found a keke on the main road.

That night, I slept at a friend’s place, crying till morning. Daniel called nonstop, begging for forgiveness, saying she was “technically” his wife but that they were “separated.” But what’s separation when you’re still living under the same lie?

It’s been months now, but I still get chills when I think about it. I was lucky to escape that night some women don’t.